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The Lyrics of Terry Hubbard |
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World Of Illusion |
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written 1981 © 1981 - 2010 by T. Hubbard
We
live in a world of illusion, a poisoned fantasy playing with lies and confusion as if we'd thought it all up to be. Still
teaching our children our blindness just like yesterday. No bother with love or with kindness; it
takes time and gets in the way. Well I could be a politician, and
sell someone's lies with my smile but I wouldn't tell you the real condition, 'cause
it's a secret in a classified file, secret in a classified file.
I could play the game 'Armageddon' on
the chessboard of human lives, siiting back in the latest of paddington, marking
death on the board by fives. Still
I know it's all insane, it's just a trap in a dream. Any
moment I'll wake up, it won't be what it seems. I could stand up in Rome chanting Latin, waving
a jeweled cross, wearing a robe of white satin, empty to the hopeless and to the lost. I could cry in the streets "I AM HUNGRY!" like
a child in the streets would be. I could die in the streets without money in
the 21st century. Still
I don't want to see this, it's a burden on my mind. You
don't expect me to be this? I'm some other kind. (optional
change) Oh,
runnin' with the water, oh flowin' like a river. Ooh
and I try to find a way, oh each and every day. Still I must be at work by tomorrow... punch
in at a quarter till nine. For years I will slave and will borrow, 'til
I know all I have is mine... but some man will come and take it with
some paper givin' him some kind of right and I'm so old and so tired I can't make it goin'
out inthe cold city night. Ah
I know it's not me there, it's just some other man, don't you know we're all free here? We
just do what we can. Optional
instrumental: Well I just can't take this reality, don't
feel like it comes from the heart, and looking at long lines of history; It
got lost from the heart at the start. Lost from the heart at the start. Still I know that 'death' is just an illusion created
with lies and with fear. To hell with all this confusion. All it is is just being here. That's
all it is.
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